MarinaNova Asylum

[Audio/OPEN] (because what is light?)

[The day has been going as you might imagine. It's dark and dangerous and while she feels a thrill when engaged in a fight she also has more than her fair share of concern when it comes to others. She feels protective of the inhabitants of this dome which is probably a good thing for the leader of the Defense Force to have, but it also runs deeper than that. It would be there even if her position changed. Always one of the X-men, but also someone who has just lost too much for too long.]

Report in. Anyone. Force or not. We're all in this today. [But she also hopes they heeded Suzaku's warnings and stayed in. Too many heroes getting themselves hurt today isn't going to help anyone. Same could be said of her of course.] I want to hear some voices. [If only to know you're okay.] What are you seeing? Anyone need help?

[Nathan, Reid, you're both getting private calls if she doesn't hear from you. Help, a girl out.]


[Action]

[She's wearing glow sticks around her neck and arms to provide a little light without being too cumbersome. There's a traditional flashlight hanging from her belt if she needs it. She's also dressed in uniform from her life as an X-Man—tight, blue, low cut, but it's durable and easy to move in.

She's not necessarily trying to engage with the beasts, but it doesn't stop her from running up against them on her own or to help someone out. Watch out for blood splatter if you run across her while her claws are out. She's not taking prisoners.]

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

[Pucker up, inmates! It's that day again—your favorite prison holiday! And, of course, the wardens provided lip balm stations for your convenience.

(OOC: Mistletoe Bot INFO)

The time has come! All of the stars have aligned at it is...

Superhero Party in Quatro Park! Some decorations have been put up, mostly appearing to be comic book action words like 'BLAM!' and 'POW!'. There is a table for food with picnic-ish style fare. A few placards for the food are mildly punny for another who has read comic books. Another table is set up for make your own masks for those that weren't prepared. There are a few games out, but periodically Carl will host the foam sword "battles" set to music that is not fitting for a sword fight just for amusement value.

Anyone can come to the party even if they just want to be themselves and not pretend to be a superhero.

[Maybe you're at the media store or educational center to play your disc. Maybe you're just out and about somewhere contemplating what you saw or whether to see it. Either way, you're bound to run into someone!]

(OOC: Instant Replay Event Info)

( Knock knock Dr. Reid )

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 358 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny ].

The [ malfunctions ] from yesterday have now been corrected. We apologize for the inconvenience.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 209 ] of the first generation. Today the museum will host an exhibit on [ marine gastropod molluscs ] for your enjoyment. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

[Mail delivery of the day: Support Group Mass Mail ]

The item requested by [ Peter Parker ] is now available for pickup at the kiosk.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! ))

[Rogue is sitting in the cafe with a cup of coffee and a half finished pastry that she keeps picking at. She's in her normal attire, looking a little exhausted. Her eyes are a little puffy, a little red. She's got her head resting in one hand, tipped down so that her hair covers her face for the most part.

The last couple of days have been hard for her. She hurt so many people with the kissing bots and while none of them required medical attention, just rest, she's self punishing, beating herself up about it despite knowing she couldn't have done anything. Next time the bots came around, she resolved she'd just stay locked in her apartment and not answer the door. Sam would have to get another cook for the day.]

Closed Audio

|Sookie|

You feelin' normal enough now? I'm doin' pretty good. Only catchin' stray bits of thoughts and the like from people really close to me.

|Sam|

You feelin' okay? I'm so sorry 'bout...what happened and I promise your secret's safe with me.

|Rebekah|

Still feelin' all right, ain't you? The cut on my arm's closin' up and doin' real good.

|Peter|

You feelin' okay now? Any side effects?

[Waking up is always disorienting for Peter. Waking up in an unfamiliar place wearing clothes that aren’t his is nearly panic inducing. It’s enough that he doesn’t really absorb or register the welcome message that is presented to him. His mind jumps to conclusions: maybe what happened to Dr. Connors is happening to him; the spider DNA is taking over the human DNA and he’s blacking out. Maybe the police caught him and he has a massive head injury, which is why he can’t remember how he got here wearing a prison jumpsuit.

Except…except when he looks around, this isn’t like any prison he’s ever seen, any he’s ever heard of. Once he calms down, he notices that he’s nearly deaf and blind which brings about a fresh wave of panic during which he realizes he’s neither deaf or blind, he’s simply lacking all the spidey senses he’s become so accustomed to. After some experimentation involving doorknobs and benches, he discovers that his super strength is gone as well. It becomes apparent his balance has returned to normal pre-bite clumsy when he trips over his own feet walking over to sit on the bench he’d just been trying to mutilate. That’s when he finally pays attention the information he’s been given and figures out (to a degree) what’s going on. He doesn’t contact the network quite yet though. Instead, he liberates a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, tennis shoes and a hoody, changes into them and hits the food stands. It’s only after he’s dressed and has been fed that he decides to navigate the network. At least his tech knowledge and ability hasn’t been stripped from him.]

And suddenly I’m in Sci-Fi Land, which I always thought should be a real place in Disneyland. I mean they’ve got Tomorrowland, but who are we kidding? It didn’t look anything like what I imagined the future would be. They could bling it out with tech and holograms, all kinds of shiny things and lights, people walking around in too much latex. Maybe an alien or two, the friendly sort…

[He stops rambling and his brow furrows a moment.] That—that got away from me. Any chance Oscorp has their fingers in this?

[ He’d question NYPD because they want Spiderman gone as much as anyone, but he doesn’t think they have the juice or funds to make that happen, not to mention that as far as he knows, they don’t know Peter Parker and Spiderman are one and the same.]

[ooc: If you’d like to action, you can catch Peter in sector 0 wearing the orange jumpsuit, trying to break a bench or a doorknob or a something. You can come upon him sitting on the bench and learning all about Marinanova or shopping in the clothing stores or scarfing down an incredible amount of food at any number of street vendors]

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

[There was a bit of a mail delay with PM's disappearance, but everyone on the team should have gotten a letter this morning. By noon the roof of the new Defense Force headquarters is ready for guests. It isn't exactly decked out, but there is a long table with finger-foods: small sandwiches, fruits, and hors d'oevres as well as sweets like cupcakes and truffles. An arrangement of sodas and bottled waters sits on one end next to an enclosed punch dispenser. Sorry, no spiking the punch, kids. There are also small standing tables around the edges. The only real seating comes in the form of benches along the sides. The point is to get to know the rest of the team, not to sit and eat, so this suits Kitty just fine. They can thank Lacus for the fact that there is food at all and that things have been arranged in such a way to promote circulation.

She waits until it seems like most everyone has drifted in and calls for their attention while perching herself up on the wall itself. No fear of heights here.]

( Kitty's state of the force address )

[Once she's done, she hops down. The mixing can continue for as long as people want provided they still handle their sectors.]

(OOC: See marinanova_df for details on the force. Roster. To join. Everyone on the DF and anyone they brought is welcome. Curious passers by likely won't be tossed out. Try your luck!)


[Private video to Dirk, Jake, and Roxy (who isn't here, but she doesn't know that)]
Thanks for the invitation. [Which she read a little late. Sleepovers at Reid's can do that to a girl.]

[So. He's here. He's had some time to adjust. He's wearing orange.

...yeah he's not pleased about that part, or any of what it entails.

Still. He's not one for inaction, so...]

My name is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, I'm with the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI. I'd appreciate speaking with anyone who has a background in law enforcement or the military. Thank you for your time.

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[Despite the icon Tony hasn't managed to get his full Iron Man gear together yet. But, newly free of his Bot Babysitter (too bad, Tony was just starting to get used to hanging things on it) he was finally able to make the adjustments to his flight gear and repulsion gauntlets. So he's doing what anyone cooped up in an underground prison would do.]

[And that would be flying around the dome at ridiculous speeds with AC/DC's Back in Black blasting on his headset. Not quite as ridiculous as he would prefer, mind, but there's not enough room in this stupid place to break any sound barriers.]

Someone who Laverne and Shirley like better than me should request some actual airspace in here. What's the point of manipulating time-space if you're not going to work the pocket dimension angle? [He does a sharp turn to avoid the dome, missing it by about a foot, then turns on the juice and zooms along its circumference.] Speaking of pissing them off, who votes I blast Floating Speaker Island to kingdom come?

((OOC: If your want to assume your character was watching from the ground and Tony landed beside them in a flourish of narrowly missing their face, feel free!))

[The dojo in Sector 1 is quiet and there have been pillows strewn about a low rise table in the center of the room. This is where therapy group 6 will be meeting as the messages on their communicators will tell. Propped against the table are a few wooden training swords, soft padded baseball bats, and on the table are two wooden boxes. Inside the on the left box are strips of paper with instructions for different activities. The sentinels let it be known that if they participate in them, the session will end sooner and they will be allowed to leave. The other box has strips of blank paper and pens inside. Between the two boxes on the table is a stuffed ball that fits easily into the average person's hand.]

( Break the ice, don't break the table )

{OOC: Anyone is welcome to join this group willingly or claim they were forced into it, no matter whether they were sorted or not. Massive threadjacking and talking over people is allowed since this is a small group and people will hear things. If you have any other ideas for icebreakers or activities feel free to assume they are also on a strip in the first box.}

[Video | Open]
As part of my punishment I need to give a lecture. I figure I'll do it on the Defense Force. So, if you want to know more about that. Check it out this afternoon at the educational facility in lecture hall three. Open to all. [Not you, Tyki.]

[Video | Encrypted to Defense Force]
We've got ourselves some new digs. Still in sector two and not too far from the educational center, but free standing. It's one of those many empty building set up around the place. It looks like it was designed to be something retail, but I figure we can make it work. I've already found some dividers. Talk to me if you have experience building actual walls or magic wall-generating abilities.

Team leaders, I've got an idea of where I think things need to go, but I want your input.

Rebecca, you're in charge of getting dispatch relocated.

Zatanna, I want you to put in some security measures like we talked about before.

We've also been losing people to the dimensional stabilizer, so Derek is temporarily also a sector team leader. [Sorry, Peter.] He's already got a position though, so if there is anyone else looking to step up, let me know. Also, Faith will be taking over her sector. Teams are a little unbalanced right now, but instead of moving people to new assignments, let's just make it a thing that the largest teams check in with the smallest ones to help cover the sectors. When we get new people or returning people back they'll fill up again.

Questions?

[Action | Lecture]
[It isn't her first time teaching, so she's pretty comfortable at the front of the room going through her notes. The hardest part was deciding what to talk about publicly and what not to mention. The force has always been something of a topic for debate. Those present might notice she's wearing her large, metal wrist gauntlets again thanks to Zelgadis. It covers up the blue band at her wrist and they have claws inside! But if all the boys and girls are good they probably won't get popped during class.]

( Lecture notes: This is what she covered! Feel free to mingle! )

(OOC: Join the DF. Roster. Talk to me if you have any concerns/questions about anything! I turned notifs off for the mingle portion, so please tag under the subheads so I don't miss anything!)

[There is (1) one red and blue Spider-Man hanging out across various rooftops this afternoon, though this video lingers around in Sector one as Peter parks it on top of the convenience store. He peels up the bottom of his mask to the nose and helps himself to snack cakes and soda before addressing the feed.]

So, anyone want to admit they're feeling jolly rotten so we can get on with all the singing and dancing around here?

Motivational exercises, [tsk tsk] what would we do without 'em.


[Private to Derek Morgan]

Bonjour.

I've been assigned to share Sector 1 with you for the Force, so I thought I'd say hey.

Name's uh, Spider-Man. Nice to meet you.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 193 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with the occasional cloud ].

Your motivational exercise for today is as follows:

[ If life seems jolly rotten there's something you've forgotten and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. ].

Please take this wisdom to heart and use it to further your rehabilitation. Your emotional needs are important to us.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested!)

[ Nor rain, nor sleet, nor a creeptastic invasion of glitch-induced ghosts will keep the Criminology Class from having its first, official lecture.

Reid's been planning for this for weeks but something always seemed to come up — until today. He's spent the morning posting flyers about the class with carefully highlighted information about the where and when and now he's left waiting, anxiously rifling through his notes. Lecturing is nothing new, he's done it regularly for years but this is somehow different. This is with people he knows, about subject matters he's been relatively quiet about.

He straightens up once people start filtering in, soon falling into the comfort of the professional. The lecture may begin. ]

( In Today's Lecture… )

(( The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Reid has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE ))